I am not a number; I am a free man!

The PrisonerYesterday I had an MRI of my back to see what's going on back there {pun intended}.  I've never had an MRI before but I wasn't really nervous and I was just hoping to find out some answers.  I didn't even mind the HUGE blue scrubs I was given to wear along with my undies.  I thought it was perfect for a photo-op.  Even though the light was horrible I tried to smile for a blue scrub MRI selfie while wearing red socks.

The things I do for my fans.  {Gentle smile}

The MRI was loud even with my earplugs but that was okay.  I was there blocking out the whole process and the only thing that came to mind was a TV show that my husband had me watch called The Prisoner.  I kept saying in my head the line “I'm not a number; I am a free man!” and I'm not sure why I kept thinking about it.  Then my mind went to the village and the brightly colored clothes, like my socks, and of Patrick McGoohan and how much I'd enjoy visiting Portmeirion village near Porthmadog, North Wales.

The Prisoner

There you have it, another spy show to add to my obsession.  I wouldn't really say obsession because I really wasn't fond of the series or the ENDING.  The bouncing ball Rover always made me giggle. 

{laughing now}

So there you have it, the things I think about while having an MRI.

I don't know the results yet but I am not worried.  I'd like to plan a vacation though, to Portmeirion.  I'll send you a postcard.

The Prisoner

Prisoner: Where am I?
Number Two : In the village.
Prisoner: What do you want?
Two: Information.
Prisoner: Whose side are you on?
Two: That would be telling....
We want information...information...information!
Prisoner: You won't get it!
Two: By hook or by crook, we will.
Prisoner: Who are you?
Two: The new Number Two.
Prisoner: Who is Number One?
Two: You are Number Six.
Prisoner: I am not a number; I am a free man!
Two: [Laughter]

The Prisoner